Home Early

He didn't think I'd be home early. He was too occupied to hear my car tires crunch the driveway gravel, or the doorknob turn. Obliviously I stepped into the kitchen, humming to myself while pouring a glass of water. That’s when I heard it, low but distinctive. I almost doubted myself, the sound of my glass filling was much too loud to hear something so faint from our bedroom. I stopped pouring. There it was again. I felt betrayal wash over me, shock. I walked quietly down the hallway to confront my husband, who was watching our show without me.